Frilian at Elden Ring

A high-ranking mage bowed respectfully to Seria, who was admiring the flowers, but she ignored him, remaining aloof and detached. The atmosphere seemed to grow even more oppressive, and the terrifying column of magical smoke appeared poised to expand and engulf everything.

She clearly dislikes being disturbed when she's focused on something, but since she started the association out of interest, the number of interruptions has increased.

"Master, there is a letter for you."

"I hope it's not another flattery or invitation. Forget about those."

"It's a reply from Lady Frilian."

Upon hearing this, Celia raised an eyebrow and took the letter. A single line read: "Thank you, Celia-senpai. I'll help the association develop in my spare time. See you later. Also, this is a gift for me—"

The small envelope contained a long string of magical runes floating in the air, mainly about healing magic, including some heavyweight ones:

Farewell tears.

Even the most knowledgeable and experienced progenitor of magic was surprised. To escape death from a fatal attack was truly remarkable, equivalent to having an extra trump card.

This is a miracle created to give the dying enough time to say goodbye.

Tears are shed for the living, far more so for the dead.

More importantly, it is simple and easy to understand. All the spells, including the tear of farewell, have been carefully simplified. The magic is naturally suitable for humans. Despite its remarkable effects, it is easy to learn. This is its greatest value.

Celia nodded. "A nice gift. In that case, I'll give her a return gift from ancient magic."

"Anything else about her movements?"

She wrote the magic book while asking questions, her movements fluid and effortless, requiring almost no concentration—as simple as breathing. Unexpectedly, she heard more good news:

Frillian's lobbying efforts convinced many central nobles to increase their investment in the Magic Association, and several more branches were soon to be established.

Moreover, the new honorary president already carries a prestigious reputation, and now that the organization has two recognized divine magicians, its prestige is even greater.

Moreover, the two presidents have outstanding achievements, which makes me feel very safe.

No wonder the nobles flock to it; after all, sharing the risk and leaving an influence for the powerful association is a win-win situation. As long as they train more mages, it will benefit everyone.

Although some royal courts had reservations about this, they had no choice but to accept the status quo.

Powerful nations naturally don't want a multinational organization to control such elite resources as magicians, but Frilian and Celia's influence and appeal are too great to ignore, forcing them to relinquish this part of the competition. The immediate demon war is the most important thing, so the powerful nations have changed their strategy:

stand by.

Since opposition is ineffective, it's better to offer full support and arrange for some of our own people to join us—it's the same principle.

"A bunch of scheming bastards."

After reading the basic report, Celia lost interest. The only thing that really caught her attention was the youngest mage, Vlame... Oh well, she'd see him again eventually, no rush.

She continued to admire the flowers, enjoying a rare and peaceful day.

……

After a flurry of activity, Frilian and her apprentice returned to the elven village, marking the temporary end of matters concerning the association.

At the entrance of Elf Village.

Unlike before when there were guards, they were now clearing weeds and turning over the soil.

The village chief was in charge of directing the work, and the villagers would occasionally use magic to speed things up. For example, they would use simple plant magic to create a fence to enclose a simple perimeter, and then build defensive fortifications on the wall, which was equivalent to widening the perimeter.

I also joined in, carrying timber around. Although he was the village chief, he was as young as any other elf, with golden, tousled hair and a tall, upright figure. He greeted me from afar.

"You guys got back pretty early. You got it all done so quickly?"

"A minor matter concerning the Magic Association."

Frillie pointed to the village entrance. "Are we finally going to expand?"

"Yes, some people went to human towns and found living in tree holes too inconvenient, so they plan to rebuild their houses."

"They finally realized it."

When she was young, a significant portion of the Elven race simply lived in tree hollows and treetops. Later, thatched huts and wooden houses gradually appeared, and now the trend of housing for all people is emerging, which has a strong sense of historical evolution.

For even Frilian to notice the change, one can imagine how long the process must have been.

Vlame nodded in agreement: "How can we live in such a completely natural place? The Elf Village used to be too primitive, this is normal now."

"Indeed, although we elves rarely fight, we don't live as well as you."

The village chief said sincerely.

"Have you all been to towns?"

"Yes, Frilian, thanks to your introduction of some caravans, some people went out to explore and brought back a lot of new and interesting things. The outside world has changed a lot."

"That's good."

In the past, even when the village chief and I worked together, we couldn't persuade anyone to go out and take a look.

Now they've become much more proactive through constant exposure, since Volamei often comes by to buy things for everyone. Many of the novel products are unheard of, making people want to see what's happening in the outside world.

Of course, activities in the Elf Village are still limited to the surrounding villages and towns, especially avoiding the north where demons roam.

The village chief took a deep breath: "I wonder what this change means?"

"Communication is what makes us powerful."

"Aren't you worried that they might encounter demons outside?"

"Why are you acting like a timid old mother? Elves always need to be trained, and I won't let their army get too close."

"what?"

"—This is a promise."

Frilian was delighted with this change and thus made a bold declaration: if anyone dared to disrupt the elf village's upward momentum, she would strike back with full force, even though she disliked causing trouble in the real world.

After all, it was something we had been waiting for for a long time. In the past, it was too difficult to get a group of shut-ins to move their places.

She exchanged a few more words with the village chief and learned that powerful elves had also appeared in other places, indicating that the demons' plan to exterminate them had been met with a counterattack.

If they successfully eradicate the elven village, it will certainly lead to a race going into hiding.

But the truth is that the two top-tier demon races, along with their massive armies, suffered a crushing defeat. Who knew that the suddenly appearing Freylian would deliver such a devastating blow, with none of the main forces attacking the central region surviving? The 100% annihilation rate was truly brutal.

Regardless of the subsequent impact on humanity, Celia began to become active among the elven race, making numerous significant moves.

The Magic Association is a powerful tool.

Although Frilian and Celia had never even met, the two events appeared to be connected to the world: the demons' failed raid on the elven village piqued the interest of the reclusive old monsters of that race.

In any case, these two have already openly participated in the game.

With their encouragement and the overall change in the situation, some elves were encouraged to try to contact the outside world, which made the village lively.

"It is indeed a good thing."

Frillie was pleased, and at the same time, she saw Millie Adele approaching Vlame with great interest.

She exclaimed in a very exaggerated "Wow!": "You brought so much wine, including such expensive red wine and grape wine... Did you rob a winery?"

"It was a gift. If you join the association, it might work the same way."

"Don't even think about fooling people into working for you."

The three reunited greeted the village chief and went home, while the rest of the elves continued their enthusiastic expansion, clearly full of passion and anticipation for the village's inevitable transformation.

The first thing they did at home was, of course, to do a thorough cleaning, removing the dust that had accumulated when they left, and then they cooked a big meal.

"These days it's like a feast every day, but home-cooked meals are still the best."

Vlamé expressed his approval of the improved culinary skills of Chef Frillien and Sister Adele.

A return to the mundane routine.

In the time that followed, she would occasionally fall asleep while teaching Vlame soul magic, consuming the years of both worlds, mainly concerning the trivial affairs and politics of the magic academy.

The reconstruction work in the Lienia region is in full swing, but the vigilance against the forces of the Alpine Plateau has not been neglected.

Therefore, the noble army was dispatched to the elevator and the ancient ruins cliff to avoid enemy attacks. The latter was also sent by the elite of the Kalia Knights due to its complex terrain and monsters. Overall, the mission was successful without any major incidents.

Bad news came from Galid's direction: Bloodfinger was active, and corruption was increasing.

It is unknown whether the two are related, but caution is necessary, so Frillie increased the number of tests related to scarlet putrefaction.

really.

In a world haunted by the will of a corrupt god, eradication is far more difficult; remnants will always remain. Even though the magical rules of the two sides differ, it doesn't prevent her from further refining her methods; overcoming difficulties is the essence of her work.

Things at the border are proceeding smoothly, except for one thing:

The flower field magic requested by Celie was delivered.

The progenitor of magic possesses the most powerful Flower Field Magic, which he has improved upon himself. Although he has some reservations about "why would he want something like this?" he also thinks it's "unique." After all, they are compatriots whose strength is recognized, so it doesn't really matter what kind of magic they choose to exchange.

She had nothing to criticize about such a murderous and powerful person; like herself, he was the type who could ruthlessly deal with his enemies once he had an idea.

Unexpectedly, the magician who delivered the letter conveyed Celie's true attitude:

"Master really likes President Frilian. The incident of annihilating the demon army reminded him of the aura of the strong people in the mythical era."

"The age of mythology was truly terrifying."

Vlamé, who received the letter on behalf of his students, left this comment: both students complained about their teacher, and their biggest commonality was that they liked to stay at home and do research.

After entering the critical period of research on the Flower of Ionia, the laboratory staff worked around the clock.

Frilian is already preparing for her next long slumber, for a simple reason: a breakthrough in research has been achieved: the 120th reversal of the Crimson Corruption Soil has finally eradicated the remaining corrupting energy.

Similarly, the test at the border area was successful.

In the laboratory.

Surrounded by bottles and jars, the silver-haired aunt carefully opened a sealed jar, grabbed a handful of soil without any protective measures, and everything seemed normal.

Vlame, hiding nearby, muttered, "I can't believe this was rotten soil just a moment ago!"

“It is feasible to absorb through repeated flowering, but the difficulty lies in the recycling step. If I wear it on my body, it will be affected by some decay.”

"This won't do! It's too dangerous!"

Frilian shrugged. "But look at me, I've been fine all along, haven't I? Don't worry, I have plenty of strength to resist corruption, and besides, it's been weakened a lot. The important thing is that we've proven the feasibility of a project."

She carried the sealed jar to the upper level of the laboratory, where she found Millie Adele guarding another barrier.

Because this experiment is crucial and prone to leaks, it has been sealed off with multiple layers of barriers. The final line of defense is handled by the Drunkard Spirit, who is reliable when not drinking.